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pleasant for me during every minute of my short stay. Since the final orders to go were not to be definitely given until actually ready to go aboard ship the sweet indefinitness and uncertainty of the ^[[weighty]] minute of [[strikethrough]] actual [[/strikethrough]] departure made [[strikethrough]] rath [[/strikethrough]] each event a rather more or less "final" event, thus giving rise to a really unsurpassable happening in the way of sheer enjoyable quality. That's how it was all ^[[along]] the trail.

The following day was Sunday and although it was Sunday, Lieutenants Braid and Brooks wandered over to the government piers at Hoboken in the belief that Sunday is no better than any other day in the army. We found the office to which our orders directed us, but the only man in the deserted room of desks was a telegrapher who loaned us his typewriter while we left our report and addresses. It was a trifle surprising to find everything so loose in an office one would naturally expect to